l him, Mr Fledgeby?' asked Mrs Lammle.
Trying to look as if he knew anything about it, Fascination replied,
'Yes, tell him.'
'We were discussing then,' said Mrs Lammle, 'if you MUST know, Alfred,
whether Mr Fledgeby was in his usual flow of spirits.'
'Why, that is the very point, Sophronia, that Georgiana and I were
discussing as to herself! What did Fledgeby say?'
'Oh, a likely thing, sir, that I am going to tell you everything, and be
told nothing! What did Georgiana say?'
'Georgiana said she was doing her usual justice to herself to-day, and I
said she was not.'
'Precisely,' exclaimed Mrs Lammle, 'what I said to Mr Fledgeby.' Still,
it wouldn't do. They would not look at one another. No, not even
when the sparkling host proposed that the quartette should take an
appropriately sparkling glass of wine. Georgiana looked from her wine
glass at Mr Lammle and at Mrs Lammle; but mightn't, couldn't, shouldn't,
wouldn't, look at Mr Fledgeby. Fascination looked from his wine glass
at Mrs Lammle and at Mr Lammle; but mightn't, couldn't, shouldn't,
wouldn't, look at Georgiana.
More prompting was necessary. Cupid must be brought up to the mark. The
manager had put him down in the bill for the part, and he must play it.
'Sophronia, my dear,' said Mr Lammle, 'I don't like the colour of your
dress.'
'I appeal,' said Mrs Lammle, 'to Mr Fledgeby.'
'And I,' said Mr Lammle, 'to Georgiana.'
'Georgy, my love,' remarked Mrs Lammle aside to her dear girl, 'I rely
upon you not to go over to the opposition. Now, Mr Fledgeby.'
Fascination wished to know if the colour were not called rose-colour?
Yes, said Mr Lammle; actually he knew everything; it was really
rose-colour. Fascination took rose-colour to mean the colour of roses.
(In this he was very warmly supported by Mr and Mrs Lammle.) Fascination
had heard the term Queen of Flowers applied to the Rose. Similarly, it
might be said that the dress was the Queen of Dresses. ('Very happy,
Fledgeby!' from Mr Lammle.) Notwithstanding, Fascination's opinion
was that we all had our eyes--or at least a large majority of us--and
that--and--and his farther opinion was several ands, with nothing beyond
them.
'Oh, Mr Fledgeby,' said Mrs Lammle, 'to desert me in that way! Oh, Mr
Fledgeby, to abandon my poor dear injured rose and declare for blue!'
'Victory, victory!' cried Mr Lammle; 'your dress is condemned, my dear.'
'But what,' said Mrs Lammle, stealing her affectionate
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